In the fifth year of Taihe, October was not in October, and at the beginning of noon.

Chang'an, Wannian County, Pingkangfang, Qingfeng Pavilion.

At the beginning of the afternoon, Qingfeng Pavilion has opened the door to extend guests, Zhang Yijun passed through the Zhu Gate, as soon as he stepped into the front yard, he heard the melodious sound of the Qingqi Fuqin, the sound of the guests talking about the wine, and even in the faint rue fragrance can smell some sake aroma.

Zhang Yijun revisited the old place in a few days, Xu was because he just asked Xuanji a few words last time, and still paid according to the standard of the store, Bustard saw him this time, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, and curtled his knees: "This son, Erniang is polite here......"

Zhang Yijun omitted politeness, and half-jokingly: "Dare to ask Erniang, is Miss Xuanji slightly ill today?" ”

Bustard was amused, covered her mouth and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Childe wait a minute, and let Erniang look at the book." Leaving this sentence, Erniang extended Zhang Yijun to the first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion, and then took out a thick account book from the front desk Guigong.

"Oh, it's not a coincidence," Erniang's eyes looked at the account book for a while, and then said: "Erniang forgot, Miss Xuanji has completed the contract today, and there will be nobles who will come to the banquet in a moment or two, and I am afraid that it will not be over in an hour or two......"

Zhang Yijun only then remembered that Qingfeng Pavilion adopted a secret appointment system, and the benefactor sent someone one day in advance or made an appointment in person, Xuanji was the top card, and it was conceivable that the appointment would be completed after the beginning of noon every day.

But what he wants to find out now, I'm afraid that only Xuanji can help him.

"Can you please ask Erniang for temporary convenience? Xiaosheng only needs half a cup of tea...... "Zhang Yijun faced Erniang, crossed his hands slightly, and then took out a silver ingot from his waist like last time.

"It's not about the money......" The bustard looked at the silver ingot for a long time and muttered, "It's just ...... If the noble man bumped into ......" The bustard seemed to have made up his mind at the end, so he pushed back Zhang Yijun's palm holding the silver ingot, and sighed lightly: "Hey...... Forget it, dare to ask Childe if he is a friend of Miss Xuanji? ”

Zhang Yijun looked a little hesitant, but still nodded his head, "At least I thought so." ”

"That'...... Even if Erniang is a friend of Miss Xuanji, please come with Erniang! After saying that, the bustard led Zhang Yijun straight to the third floor.

After opening the door today, the Qingfeng Pavilion seems to be different from Zhang Yijun's previous visits, listening to it, several private rooms seem to be connected, and the melodious sound of the piano and the hustle and bustle of the guests come from the cracks in the door.

"What's on the second floor? Didn't you have a banquet for dozens of people? Zhang Yijun couldn't help but ask.

"There are not dozens of people, but there are more than a dozen people, and there are five private rooms, and the partition doors have been temporarily removed...... bustard replied, and then glanced at Zhang Yijun apologetically, "Our pavilion is a secret agreement, and it is inconvenient to disclose the name of the benefactor, and I hope the prince will understand......

Zhang Yijun nodded, he was not interested in who came here.

Before walking to the third floor, the bustard pointed upwards with the palm of his hand, "Without further ado, let Erniang retire......" After speaking, the bustard bowed, slowly walked to the door of one of the private rooms on the second floor, gently opened the door, and flashed in.

The moment the bustard opened the door, Zhang Yijun heard a rhythmic singing voice from inside, singing what seemed to be a new Yuefu miscellaneous song, which was in harmony with the Yaoqin Dong Xiao, and he could hear cheers from his colleagues during the banquet. It is estimated that the banquet inside is a group of literati, and even if there are officials of the current dynasty during the banquet, it is conceivable.

Zhang Yijun walked up the stairs and saw that in front of the bamboo screen, Xuanji was facing away from him, grooming in the mirror.

Xuanji combed her cloud bun, hairpin peony on the top, jasmine on the bottom, long skirt in gauze clothes, and shawl with crooked arms.

Xu noticed someone coming from the corner of the bronze mirror, Xuanji subconsciously thought that the benefactor had arrived in advance, so he said softly: "The son came early, Xuanji has not yet decaled the yellow ......"

"Just bother for a while, and then leave the ......" Zhang Yijun took a few steps forward and said softly.

Xuanji's shoulders trembled when she heard this, and her eyes looked at the corner of the bronze mirror, her expression was quite incredulous, "Brother Yijun? ”

Xuanji raised her eyebrows, hurriedly put down the rouge plum blossom sticker in her hand, got up in a hurry, and bowed to Zhang Yijun and walked slowly.

"I'm in ......a hurry," Zhang Yijun moved behind him for a few steps, kept a distance from Xuanji, raised his hand and saluted: "I'll leave later." ”

"You said that last time...... Xuanji stopped, his eyes were a little disappointed, his eyes swept over Zhang Yijun, and saw that he was not dressed for the banquet, thinking that he would not stay for a long time from last time. Xuanji then sat down in front of the bronze mirror again, and continued to put plum blossom makeup on the mirror, "Brother, please speak, but what's the matter?" ”

"Is there a way to find out who the man you mentioned last time?"

Xuanji's eyebrows frowned slightly when she heard this, "Which man?" ”

"The man with his right ear mutilated was at that time drinking and feasting with Sanyang."

Xuanji didn't answer immediately, she gently removed the rouge sticker from her forehead, and a touch of gorgeous plum blossoms was embellished on her snow-white forehead, Xuanji groaned for a long time and said: "This person didn't show up after that day, the guests and guests of Qingfeng Pavilion are all secret appointments, Sanyang is a frequent visitor to our pavilion, everyone knows it, but the person my brother said, Xuanji really doesn't know ......"

"Where's Erniang?" Zhang Yijun asked, "She will always know ......"

Xuanji didn't respond to this, she looked at the bronze mirror, looking at Zhang Yijun's face in the mirror for a long time, Qiushui's eyes trembled slightly, and she was speechless for a long time. Xuanji saw that she was gradually hazy in the mirror, and when she reacted, she realized that her eyes were full of tears, and she was crying.

Zhang Yijun noticed Xuanji's slightly trembling shoulders, so he slowly took a few steps forward, and Wen Yan asked, "Xuanji?" ”

"It's okay," Xuanji said, but she was afraid that the tears in her eyes would gush out and make her makeup, so she raised her head slightly to prevent the tears from flowing out, and hurriedly answered Zhang Yijun's question: "The second mother has always been very protective of the name of the benefactor, Xuanji...... I don't know where the two mothers locked it up......"

Xuanji dipped her handkerchief in the corner of her eyes, took a deep breath and calmed down a little. She tilted her head slightly, and found that Zhang Yijun happened to walk a few steps behind her, and she was glad that Fang Cai's gaffe did not let Zhang Yijun see it, so she put away the handkerchief, got up slowly, and smiled faintly at Zhang Yijun.

What else did Xuanji say, but out of nowhere, a sudden woman's scream for help suddenly entered her ear, making her heart palpitate for a moment. Then there was a crisp cracking sound, like porcelain shattering to the ground.

Xuanji turned to look at Zhang Yijun's equally suspicious eyes, and only then did she be sure that she was not hallucinating. For a while, the sound of music downstairs and the noisy conversation and banquet of the guests also stopped abruptly.

Zhang Yijun pricked up his ears to listen, although the screams had sunk, but he could faintly hear some rhythmic "dong dong" sounds, which were quite dull, just like the sound of a blunt instrument hitting a wooden board.

Wrong.

Zhang Yijun's breath was stagnant, this was the muffled sound of slapping the wooden floor!

Xuanji, who seemed to be also aware of this, turned pale, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she stood in place at a loss.

"The sound is coming from downstairs!" Zhang Yijun hurriedly bowed down, but when he put his ear to the wooden board under his feet, the sound disappeared, and the only thing he could hear was dead silence.

Zhang Yijun got up and hurriedly asked Xuanji: "Who is downstairs?" ”

Xuanji Xu was frightened, her face was pale, and she didn't seem to hear Zhang Yijun's question.

Zhang Yijun held Xuanji's soft shoulders with both hands, only to find that she was trembling slightly, Zhang Yijun didn't have time to comfort, just raised his voice and repeated: "Who is downstairs?" ”

Xuanji's voice also trembled with her body: "Luo ...... Sister Luo Yao, room ...... ...... below"

Zhang Yijun has heard of this name, and it seems that he is also the Qingqi in the Qingfeng Pavilion.

Zhang Yijun turned around and rushed to the second floor, looking back at the end of the corridor, there was indeed a relatively hidden private room, and the tie-dye hanging on the door was embroidered with blood plum Feiyan. Zhang Yijun pushed the door hard, but the door seemed to be locked, and he slapped it several times, but there was no response inside.

At this moment, a loud and thick voice sounded behind Zhang Yijun: "Where did that shout come from?" ”

Zhang Yijun subconsciously looked back at the past, only to see that the doors of several private rooms that had been noisy before were opened, and more than a dozen officials in green and scarlet robes walked out from inside.

The dozens of Qingfei had different expressions, but they could all faintly detect the look of surprise, and they looked like a group of colleagues who took advantage of the lunch break to come to Pingkangli to drink and have fun.

Almost at the same time, a middle-aged man came out of one of the private rooms, dressed in gold and purple, and his head covered with black veil. The middle-aged man looked around for a moment, fixed his gaze on Zhang Yijun's body, and repeated the previous question.